(Home of the largest mass execution in American history, bitches)
And I'm sure all of you have heard of the #Occupy movement that has been spreading around the world.
(So I will spare the details and background)
Well, #Occupy has come to Mankato.
It all happened last Friday, when I was going to cash my check from work. (I know, I know, apparently there is some sort of prize for being the last company to get direct deposit) But the point is that when I went to the ATM there was nothing going on outside.
But in the time it took the machine to register a check with so many zeroes, the sidewalk outside my bank went from empty
So I thought "hey, maybe I could get a job with a company with direct deposit, or at the very least some free champagne."
But alas, they were not rich. Hell, they didn't even have jobs themselves.
And the champagne?
Sparkling. Freaking. Cider.
I would have stayed and found out where to subscribe to their newsletter, but I had fish to buy and my short attention span isn't going to just find new stimuli itself.
But as I drove off, I took another snapshot of my short experience with radicalism.
Like two drifting river tubes, lost in the current of life